The Queen of Vipers || Fred Weasley

I.I

Something was off and it didn't take a genius to figure it out either. Or a premonition.

Professor McGonagall's wish was granted and her escorting days were over. After Electra's first year, a MACUSA official would show up at Our Fair Lady's door and take Electra to where her Portkey awaited. At least that was what happened the past three years.

The difference this year was that Electra was leaving two weeks earlier than usual. She'd only received an owl a month ago from the Magical Congress stating her new departure date and with no further information as to why. And contradictory to the other years as well, rather than her usual one official, she wasn't the least bit shocked to find two waiting for her on the stoop of Manhattan's Our Fair Lady.

"Hello again Electra," said the young witch's MACUSA assigned agent. "Did you have a nice summer break?"

A half beat passed. "Naija," Electra replied as her greeting. Her grey eyes flicked to the other escort and knew immediately something was very wrong.

Where Naija was in her usual drab business robes —one of a member of the Magical Congress— the man beside her was dressed in all black robes with a gleaming metal 'M' pinned to his chest. Ministry of Magic.

And by the looks of his leather shoulder holster holding his wand, he was an Auror. That was new.

The Auror looked like he had pulled one too many all nighters, the bags under his eyes were more like suitcases and his neglected beard was looking pretty shaggy.

"What's with the pig?" she asked, tilting her chin towards the Auror. Electra hated cops, even the magical kind.

The man gave an exhausted grunt, too tired to fight with her, and growled in a very thick and gruff Scottish accent, "Let's get this over with. I dinnea have all day."

Thank Merlin for living in Scotland all this time, otherwise she wouldn't have a damn clue what this man said.

Naija led the way, starting off down the sidewalk towards Central Park, the Auror right behind her lazily in tow. With a huff, Electra lugged her trunk down the steps and followed them, just as she'd seen just a month before.

Now might be the time to mention that Electra's graduated from feelings of déjà vu to full on visions of the future. Now her déjà vu feelings hadn't come to a stop. They may come less, but she still had them. Especially when it seemed someone had made up their mind (like when Vivienne decides she's going to deck Electra in a fight), but every now and then she would see perfectly clearly into the future, as if it were happening in front of her. Though never very far in the future. They'd started around the time the Chamber of Secrets was opened for the first time.

Of course with the Heir of Slytherin business going on, she thought it would be in her best interests to keep the new development to herself. Even with rumors swirling around the castle that it was Potter, there were enough whispers with her name in it (thanks to a certain pair of twins) to not want to add any fuel to that fire. Better someone else than her.

Perhaps it was time she told someone about her auspicious gifts. But at the moment she had bigger fish to fry.

No matter how many times Electra asked what the deal was, as they guided her through Central Park and into the Ramble, she never got an answer. They were as tight-lipped as a pair of mute monks, no matter how many times Naija looked back at Electra like she wanted to spill all her secrets.

I fucking hate adults, she thought to herself with an eyeroll.

The MACUSA official led the way through the serpentine paths of the Ramble, as Electra did her best to keep up with them. Her heavy trunk weighed her down and her oxfords sunk into the mud and kicked it up the back of her white socks.